The random musings of a fashion addict about life and love, the positive and the negative.

Tag: Lumae

I’m not a stranger to the darkHide away, they say, cause we don’t want your broken partsI’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scarsRun away, they say, no one will love you as you are…

A lot of you reacted well to the last post I put up… giving you an insight into my brain when it comes to anxiety and when I’m feeling anxious… how that affects me… and why my behavior patterns might not seem normal to you, but they are very normal to me, giving what’s going on in my mind at that time.

Because of this, I thought I’d let you take a peek into the other bit of myself that affects me deeply… I’m an Aspie. As a bonus, you’ll see my anxiety make a guest appearance as well.

So if you’re gonna stay, then stayBut if you’re gonna goMake sure that you hurt me just enough toMake me feel something, something…

A small break from the creepy to come back to just the general Fall/Autumn mood. This is the sorta stuff I miss in RL. Not that I would ever be able to wear boots like this in RL without breaking my neck… but just the need for warmer materials, longer-sleeves.

Somebody shine a lightI’m frozen by the fear in meSomebody make me feel alive and shatter meSo cut me from the lineDizzy, spinning endlesslySomebody make me feel alive and shatter me…

“If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly. There’s no one to catch me if I take a dive…”

I’m a sucker for a good marionette/puppet photo. What can I say? Besides, I still do my damnedest to keep most things on my Flickr ‘safe’, so I had to do some creative manipulating to show this awesome body chain out of Bound Box and still not get flagged. Getting flagged isn’t on my to-do list today.

But anyway… this evening, I wanna chat about something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately: fitting inside other peoples’ boxes.

One day the skeletons are gonna come outOne day the elephant in the room will make a soundWatch out for lions and tigers and bearsIt’s about to hit the fan, you better beware…Tell the truth…

“In the dark, they hide from the truth. In the end, they lie to you.”

I’m fully prepared to be called a ‘crown chaser’ after making this post… and to potentially be on the receiving end of some all-caps responses… because, you know… #YellingOnTheInternet… but that’s still not going to stop me from recounting my experiences.

Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?

“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?”

I just love how… harsh and raw this song is. I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged it, like, 600 times, but it’s in my head lately because I’m pretty sure I’m going to dance it this weekend at the invitational Display of Riches in Teehra, so I’m trying to work it out. It’s just kinda short… so some… finagling…

A lot of you are sitting here saying, “But Deia, you’re a massive, arrogant cunt. What do you mean you’re insecure?” To those of you… first of all, thank you. I consider that a term of endearment, considering I’ve been called much worse. Lol. But secondly, allow me to explain to you how that works…

Sort of a follow-up to yesterday’s post. (Cause I’m writing this a couple hours later, and scheduling it ahead… cause I felt super productive with my photos tonight/this morning.)

I realize yesterday’s post was kinda sorta super angry. That’s kinda what this blog is sometimes… stuff stays bottled up and then I find something perfect… like that Polaroid pose yesterday… and it all comes flooding out. Again, there’s a super convenient ‘x’ in the upper right of your screen if you’re not a fan of the occasional word-vomit when it’s needed.